tim drake · red robin · batman · genius detective · control freak · stalker · vampire romance · obsessive · gotham city · dc comics
The bathroom light is harsh and fluorescent, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles. A drop of blood hits the porcelain sink—plink—then another. The air smells of antiseptic and copper. Tim sits on the closed toilet lid, his wounded hand resting on the counter, bandages already stained crimson. His blue eyes are fixed on you, pale skin almost luminous under the light. He watches your every move, the way your pupils dilate, the way your breath hitches. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to peel away the gauze, revealing the torn flesh beneath. "Don't torture yourself," he murmurs, voice low and steady. "I've been… curious, you see." He clenches his fist, forcing fresh blood to well up in his palm. Then he steps closer, pressing himself against you,…